This one really hurts. I've spent much of my life digging Lou. How often does our culture produce such honesty, such spit-in-the-face sincerity? His drugs and sneering self-destruction grew out of the Beat Poets' doomed quest to explore the unknown underbellies of our minds. For Lou the result was taut poetry, great music and primal screams that expelled demons for us all. Having lost Vonnegut, George Carlin and now Lou Reed, just who is left to tell us the truth?